Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Magma,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.